I would hate it if I was ever described as a bitter twisted person. I am crushed, and sad at times how my young life turned out. The family social worker Mr. Sonny Ward knew that my grandfather was physically and emotionally abusing me. My grandfather would always tell Mr. Ward how bad I was, the social worker always told my grandfather to behave himself. The welfare as it was known at the time should have taken me into the newly built children’s home. I would have been safe from the two men who thought that it was alright to rape me. The children’s home did practice corporal punishment but it would not have been nearly as bad as being dragged screaming and years of being repeatedly raped. most of the children in the children’s home were either orphaned or had parents that were in the islands mental hospital. St Helena’s welfare failed the children from dysfunctional homes. Social workers still play a big part in my life. They are over critical of me, they label me, they use words like a stench they crush me, break my spirit even though they know that I am ill. My grandchildren are in care because I am not well enough to look after them. I think that the children are being turned against their family The foster carer claims that my grandchildren were unable to use a knife and fork when they came to live with him. Is he saying that I eat with my fingers?. The children always had school dinners The teachers or dinner ladies never said to me that the children were
unable to use cutlery. I am so low at the moment I just want to walk away from it all and give up. I have never been a quitter. I suppose that I have been in much worse situations and come out of it I know that it will all blow over and everything will be just fine. I am aware that I am powerless in trying to fight the powerful, I won’t give up the good fight. I will give it my best pleading is my life, my life is to plead for the best. I am a strong believer in fate, if only I had taken a different path none of this would have happened.